Chapter 2458 Granary

Bai Qing was frightened. He stood up and asked stupidly, "My Lords..."

A knight rode over. The warhorse shook its head and snorted, and the white air rushed to Bai Qing's face. Bookmark this site

"Where is the experience? Where is the highest-ranking officer stationed?"

Bai Qing subconsciously said, "Experience, we don't have experience here. Only Wang Tongpan and Yang Baihu are here."

"Who is in charge?"

Bai Qing said blankly, "It's Yang Baihu and Wang Tongpan. People from the government office will come to check frequently."

The knight did not dismount and said, "Go find them!"

A cavalryman came over and grabbed Bai Qing on the horse with one hand.

Bai Qing screamed in fear. The cavalryman shouted, "Go find Wang Tongpan and Yang Baihu."

Bai Qing shouted, "They are in the barracks."

"Show the way!"

The group turned a few corners in the middle of the granary, and there was a row of barracks in front of them.

There were no sentries outside the barracks, and someone shouted, "Go in, beat them out with big sticks!"

The cavalry rushed into the barracks, dismounted and kicked open the door. Someone inside immediately yelled and cursed, but was beaten and screamed for mercy.

Bai Qing was thrown down. He staggered to his feet and looked at the man who dismounted. He was nervous and asked, "Sir, may I ask if you are from the capital? The Ministry of Revenue?"

The Ming Dynasty had many granaries, which were usually managed locally, but the Ministry of Revenue and the Censorate would send people to patrol from time to time. Once a deficit was found, it would be a major case.

The empty seal case during the Hongwu period was the most typical example, which could be described as blood flowing and pestles floating.

A group of soldiers were beaten out with big sticks, all of them were disheveled and looked panicked.

"Is this the army of the Ming Dynasty?"

Fang Xing held the horse whip and shouted, "Stand in line."

"Who! Who the hell...ah!"

At this time, someone was yelling and cursing behind him, and then there was a scream.

The soldiers saw that the group of people looked ferocious and were all guessing their identities.

The officials from the capital were not so fierce, and they would only check gloomily.

People depend on food for their lives. They were checking the heavens. Once the heavens were wrong, the heavens would fall, so they had to keep a gloomy face.

Then two people were driven in from behind.

The two men were drunk and their faces were red. The centurion in front was cursing. When he saw Fang Xing standing in front, he shrank his neck and asked, "Where are you from?"

The official behind had a little bruise at the corner of his mouth. He looked at Fang Xing, who was holding the whip and expressionless, and quickened his pace. After catching up with the centurion, he whispered, "Be careful!"

The centurion wanted to yell, but the corner of his mouth hurt, and he said with a twitch, "I'm afraid they are from the capital."

The centurion was startled and looked at the cavalry.

The cavalry did not dismount, and even drew their swords in their hands, looking at the soldiers who were driven out with cold eyes.

This is a veteran!

The centurion was a little flustered, and when he got to the front, he smiled and said, "May I ask which lord is here? I am not feeling well today, so I asked for leave."

His eyes turned and finally fell on Fang Xing who was standing in the front.

"Sir..."

Fang Xing was in plain clothes, and looked like a poor man, not at all noticeable.

But he put the whip in his hand and tapped the palm of his left hand gently, his eyes were cold, but his momentum was extraordinary.

"Drinking to cure the disease?"

Fang Xing asked.

The centurion and the civil servant both lowered their heads.

Seeing that they did not quibble, Fang Xing asked, "Is the food in the warehouse complete? Is there any shortage?"

The civil servant's eyes were more joyful, and then he looked up and said, "Sir, may I ask who you are..."

The centurion was frightened before, and subconsciously said, "Sir, everything is complete, there is no shortage."

Fang Xing smiled, there was a well next to it, which was used to put out fires.

He walked to the well and sat down, using the whip to wave from behind.

A man in a green shirt came over, and Fang Xing pointed to the front and said, "Negotiate with them and check immediately!"

"Yes."

The man in a green shirt stepped forward and said, "I am Li Ermao, the censor of the Censorate.

I have been ordered to come to Shandong to check the granaries in various places. Here is the document."

The centurion was dumbfounded and said, "Wang Tongpan, it is the censor from the capital."

The corner of the civil servant's mouth twitched, and he hissed.

Seeing the two people in panic, Li Ermao said, "I have been ordered to check the storage. You are in it. Open the warehouse!"

The so-called granary is actually in the house.

Rows of warehouses are in front, and the clerk who keeps the keys has come.

The weather is still a little cold, but the clerk's face is red and looks very nervous.

He has several bunches of keys in his hands, which are very heavy.

So he staggered.

Fang Xing stood outside the warehouse, looking at the Tongpan and the centurion in charge of the granary, and said, "I will ask you one last time, is there a deficit?"

The two shook their heads with a firm look.

Fang Xing nodded and said, "Then open the door!"

The clerk lowered his head to look for the key, very slowly.

Fang Xing stood behind him and said, "Check five warehouses."

The clerk's hand shook for a moment, and then he found the key.

The door opened.

There was a book hanging outside the door. Fang Xing took it down and took a look. It was a record of the amount of grain in and out of this warehouse.

There were five large grain barrels in the warehouse, and hundreds of bags were piled up on the side.

Fang Xing nodded, and a clerk from the Ministry of Revenue picked up a large bucket and placed it under the grain barrel.

You need to climb a ladder to put grain into the grain barrel from above.

It was much easier to release the grain, which came out from a gate below.

The clerk placed the big bucket under the gate and then pulled up the gate.

The rice rushed down the gate, and it was like rain in the big bucket, with a burst of dense knocking sounds.

The clerk was an old hand. He stared at the grain outlet of the gate, suddenly reached out to grab a handful, and then pressed down the gate.

The grain stopped flowing. The clerk looked carefully at the rice in his palm, looked up and said to Fang Xing: "Uncle, this is last year's grain."

Fang Xing, who was looking at the record, nodded, "It matches."

Uncle?

The magistrate of the granary who followed in had trembling lips and a shaking body.

The clerk went over to release a few grain barrels next door, and then the grain bags.

After leaving the warehouse, Fang Xing saw the Tongpan with sweat on his face, so he said, "Why are you panicking?"

The Tongpan didn't know which lord he was, and his heart trembled, so he smiled and said, "Lord, I have been timid since I was a child."

Fang Xing glanced at the centurion and said, "Check!"

He brought not only cavalry, but also several old officials from the Ministry of Revenue, all of whom were experts in warehouse tricks.

"Open this one!"

The clerk with the key was led around and soon opened five warehouses in different places.

Fang Xing stood at the door of the granary, smelled the rice inside, and said, "All the rice stored here is rice, while the staple food in Shandong is wheat. Do you know where this rice comes from?"

No one answered, Fang Xing said, "It's all grown by the hard work of the Nurgan Dusi."

"Those people moved there far away from their hometowns, and the food they grew made the northern part of the Ming Dynasty no longer worry about famine, and their contribution to the country."

The soldiers and clerks stood below and listened, some were trembling, and some were smiling.

"What is a granary?"

Fang Xing saw people going in and out of the granary in front of him, with hurried steps, and he felt more confident.

"The granary is the life of the Ming Dynasty! If anyone dares to touch the life of the Ming Dynasty, the whole world will want his life!"

The centurion below lowered his head, and his expression could not be seen.

When sweat gathered on his chin and dripped down, Fang Xing saw it.

"Master, it's fake!"

At this time, a man ran up and shouted happily.

He was full of joy, while many people looked ashen...